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[PP-F2] <<Earning A Living>> [COMPLETE]


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Bandit1, who had his face smashed in previously by Darius' buckler was the one who had called the retreat. He saw his friend getting dominated by Daeron, and Darius about to ravage another while the third stood in fear. The one standing in fear turned and sprinted away. Daeron finished the nearly-dead one. The one who Darius had disarmed, had started to awkwardly run away, holding his bruised arm. Darius bent over, picked up the disarmed sword, and through it like a spear after the man with a roar, his face twisted in rage. The sword slid through the bandit's torso about a foot before stopping, not being an easily throwable weapon and therefore having less velocity. The bandit who had stood in fear ran back and supported his friend as they escaped. Darius did not give chase, but he did roar like a triumphant lion over his victory.

After calming down, Darius turned to Daeron, his face oddly stoic after his previous emotions of rage. "Yeah, let's get out of this dump of a forest. I want my armor," Darius said, heading off in the direction of the nearest town with Daeron.

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